Madam Winters’s Fight For Her Children Chapter 273

The sky turned dark, and the lights turned on.

George got out of the car and looked at the living room where the lights were switched on.

Whenever he came home in the past, only the servants would be walking around and cleaning up in
the living room. If not, his dad would be sitting on the couch and reading some documents.

Right then, the atmosphere under the bright chandelier was warm and harmonious. His dad, who was
noble and mighty, was actually sitting on the climbing mat with a few puzzle pieces in his hand.

The always mischievous Harold was leaning obediently against the climbing mat without making a fuss.

Mr. Brown, who was usually busy, was sitting at the side while holding an ice cream. His wrinkled face
broke into a friendly and warm smile.

George walked in slowly.

The servant, who was standing at the door, immediately greeted him, “Young Master George.”

Hearing someone talk, the people on the climbing mat all turned back at the same time.

Melody slowly raised her head and looked at George with a clear gaze.

She had seen this boy before outside Harold‘s ward. She still remembered him.

He looked a lot like her brother.

“Mel, this is my brother!” Harold quickly introduced George. “I told you before that my brother looks very
similar to yours. Most importantly, my brother is as smart as your brother. No, I should say my brother
is a hundred times smarter than your brother.”



Harold sat up proudly. His brother was brilliant. He wondered if Alden would still dare to look down on
him again!

George walked over, stood firmly in front of the climbing mat, and softly said, “Hi Melody, I‘m George.”
His voice was normally cold and deep, but his voice was subconsciously filled with gentleness at that
moment. It was as if he was talking to a fragile porcelain doll.

He raised his arm and made a gesture to hold her hand.



Harold was a little anxious.

He had heard from Aunt Adina that Melody did not like to communicate with outsiders. She did not like
to speak and have physical contact with strangers. George had finally accepted Melody. If she did not
hold hands with George, would he get angry and hate Melody again? While Harold felt anxious, Melody
extended her right hand.

She stretched her hand out like a kitten, extending and retracting her hands several times.

George slowly curled his cold lips and softly said, “If you don‘t like to hold hands, we can try it next
time.”

As soon as he spoke, the little girl quickly held hands with him.

Her palm was as soft as a kitten‘s palm. The coldness on George‘s face melted, and his voice became
much softer. “Mel, I got you a present. Come, I‘ll show you.”

Melody got off the climbing mat.



Duke looked down and bent down to help the little girl put on her fluffy bunny slippers. George took the
opportunity to hold the girl‘s hand. Then, he led her to the living room‘s balcony. “I bought you this
piano. Your name‘s carved over here.” George pointed at the edge of the piano. Melody‘s name had
been engraved via hot stamping. It looked elegant, and it was dazzling.

She raised her hand and slowly pressed a few keys with the tips of her fingers.

Happiness was visible in her big watery eyes.

Melody sat down in front of the piano and played a nursery rhyme.

George‘s eyes were filled with surprise. “You play very well. That was melodious. You‘re no worse than
those international masters.”

He said that out of sincerity.

He was not exaggerating. When Harold heard that, he felt so wronged that he pouted. He just wanted
to introduce George to Mel, but Mel did not pay him any more attention after she met George.




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